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hmmm....and all i've got on my pad is 'another successful attack by norwegian intelligence in salcombe'....let me backtrack....'mr potts' aka armstrong had woken up with amnesia...to then tell the inn-keeper, let us say - who was renting him a room....that he couldn't remember who he was....the inn-keeper then told him to check his wallet and cards because surely etc etc...to which armstrong replied that he didn't have any...he simply had a suitcase full of money, upon the bed...that is how he had been paying for stuff.....the inn-keeper advised him to call the police....he replied 'no' and then 'yes' but only if the man could find somebody trustworthy...who wouldn't interfere with his own process of memory-retrieval etc etc....the inn-keeper agreed....and my sources tell me that armstrong's son was to eventually find him and so there had been a 'happy ending' to that particular story...but not - regarding the overall picture...another successful takeover by norwegian intelligence?

....and if i were to backtrack a bit further, dazzlenation?...well, that gyde family expedition to salcombe had originally been ex-marine dibben's operation....he had told me that i wasn't going to be privy to the details....the whole family simply had to go in 'blind'......to see what we could dig up etc etc....he was also to recommend his friend's B&B..."he'll see you're all right" etc etc....hmmm....reminds me of that rather strange holiday upon tresco...another 'british army' number, so many years before....anyway, we all turned up at salcombe - from totnes....to walk out of town, up onto a high road....with oscar reading the map....it was getting dark and suddenly we were caught in a really heavy rainstorm...a dark and stormy night was upon us...few houses or cars on the road etc etc....on a country road, leading out of salcombe......anyway, sylvia then went ballistic at oscar...and suddenly, a taxi appeared 'out of the blue'...she waved it down....what a relief to be out of the rain...he let us all pile in, despite overloading his car etc etc....and told sylvia to take the frontseat..."you look like trouble...." sit by me etc etc....she was in such a rage....and he managed to handle the situation, very calmly.....patting her knee....and telling her to keep quiet.....whilst he found out where we were supposed to be staying.....he called dibbens to find out exactly where etc etc....the taxi driver then told us that he knew of the place....but that.....the B&B owner didn't have many visitors, nowadays...not after his wife had died....terrible accident....and that is when i began to laugh...and that is because 'daphne du maurier's novel 'rebecca' flashed up in my mind....well, we were in that part of the world - 'upon a dark and stormy night' etc etc....oh and ingabot then started up her 'funny' chants/noises - to which, the taxi driver asked us all if she was 'normal', let us say ...anyway, as it turns out - sylvia was to find out, from the B&B owner - the terrible accident had in fact been a motorbiking number.....oh and the owner had got very drunk at the pub, that evening....dibbens was to say, later on - that something must have upset him....hmmm...appeared to have been ingabot....along with inga's tractor beam, let us say....locating her daughter upon the beach, the next morning...we then went to the harbour to meet inga - upon her yacht, which had just come in...as it goes, eh?